Poetry
When No One is Looking Marissa Kennard
Have you ever thought about what love does when no one is looking? She throws one leg over the railing and slides down the banister. She opens drawers with her feet, climbs on counters, and drinks milk out of the carton. She double-dips her french fries in the ketchup, And she runs up the stairs, two at a time. Behind your back, love will make faces. Stick her tongue out and cross her eyes. Love is as nasty as a five-year-old When no one is looking.
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